Valerna Jorgenskull the Eternal Voyager (Mesoamerican Inspired OC)

The eternal voyager. A soul condemned to suffer an undying odyssey. She ambles across the land in search of answers. Often, she describes herself as a mercenary. She spends her time slaying monsters or aiding the crown/guards in sorting out problems. When she isn’t serving a banner, she assumes the role of a simple laborer to blend in. Valerna resides within one location till she fetches enough coin to justify traveling to another town or city.

Your OC can be anything. A noble, veteran, guard, fellow merc, traveling merchant, or performer. (To name a few.) The species/gender of your character also doesn’t matter to me. The plight can vary from a slice of life to something more adventurous or combat-focused. The beauty of her story is that it allows for an anthology setup. Your character and mine will eventually meet and get to know one another. Their meeting is just another chapter within both their sagas. It can be a one-off or mature into something long-term.

Florentina Jorgenskull the agent.(Mesoamerican inspired OC)

Welcome to a tale of intrigue and espionage, where danger dance with secrets, and every move is a delicate game of subterfuge. In the heart of the Verdant Dynasty lies the formidable figure of Florentina Jorgenskull. As a top operative of the House of the Red Sap, she is entrusted with the delicate task of identifying and eliminating threats to the dynasty, both domestic and foreign. Or the extraction of information through morally repugnant methods.

Your character might find themselves drawn into Florentina's path as a fellow operative, a potential ally, or even a target of her investigation. Will they navigate the perilous waters of political espionage with finesse, or will they be ensnared by a deadly game conspired by others who lurk in the shadows?

If the high-stakes espionage world differs from your style, Florentina also excels in more subtle pursuits. Perhaps your character encounters her in a more casual setting, such as a slice-of-life scenario where they cross paths in a bustling marketplace or a quiet café. Or perhaps they find themselves embroiled in a mystery that requires Florentina's keen investigative skills, unraveling the threads of deception and deceit alongside the towering giantess.

No matter your path, prepare to delve into a world where danger lurks around every corner, and trust is a rare commodity. Will our OC's learn one another's trust, or will you become another statistic? The choice is yours.

Tahira Quil'Kovesh, the monster slayer (Mongolian inspired OC)

The sands whisper tales of ancient monsters and unspeakable horrors that lurk in the shadows. Amidst the vast expanse of deserts and rolling dunes, Tahira Quil'Kovesh, a legendary monster slayer whose name strikes fear into the hearts of beasts and defiled alike, roams.

She is dispatched without ceremony to aid a region or is on her way to do so. Whether to rid their village of a Jinniyah that preys upon the innocent or to seek vengeance against a monstrous foe that has wrought havoc on a vital trade route, will your character leave an impression, or could they help the imitation of a lifeform unearth the question to an age-old question, what is life?

In truth, Florentina didn't require her parent's approval. She had set her eyes on a prize, a trophy, and nothing would prevent her from rising victorious. The diva would burn this entire patch of dirt if it meant achieving what she wanted. The centaurs were a fine people, a race led astray by false ideals. Their tribe had paid a heavy price to nurse on the teat of delusions. They adopted an ethos of peace and have been pushed to the outskirts of two worlds due to it. How pathetic.

She saw in them the potential to carry her banners—a species on the brink of extinction destined to gallop from the ashes—a stampede whose hooves would jolt the very foundations of the globe. The tribe may not realize it yet, but they were already conquered. No, not conquered, reclaimed and redeemed. Nonetheless, Florentina would keep up the façade of civility and buy her time.

Was it fair that they were given such a wretched lot? No, but who deserved what was inconsequential. Ultimately, all that mattered was who held the power. Many a fool died for their nation and principles. However, if one stood within a field of a million dead souls and asked them what difference it made, they'd be invariably greeted with the uniformed answer of none. It is a dark philosophy, but no one could refute that it is the nature of things to thrive off conflict. The centaurs had their time in the dream of a false promise. It was time for them to awaken.

Florentina gave the older pair a bow as Lyra and her trodded off. Those malachite eyes studied the gaiety brought on by such a weak lifestyle. They seemed content, happy to fade into oblivion. Lyra's overprotective aura was hardly obfuscated. That sudden puff of dominance aroused and intrigued the giant. How curious. Did the broodmare seek to lay a stake to her body? Could she genuinely weather such abuse?

The diva grinned, her mind conjuring forth a myriad of lewd imagery. Her libidinous inclinations were only kept at bay due to the others that galloped about. The other mares didn't interest her. They couldn't fathom the depravity the giantess harbored inside. Their pitiable flesh couldn't survive the ordeal of assuaging her fleshly hankerings. Lyra had tasted it, endured the vicious pounding, and yet she lived. Flora even swore she demanded more, something that only made her stand out among the sea of suitors.

The brute kept silent throughout their trek. The secluded little patch was suitable enough. Begrudgingly, Florentina heeded her command as she loitered about. Lyra prattled off at a hundred miles per hour rather excitedly. Was she nervous? Whatever the source of this rambling, she didn't care.

She dropped to the ground, her legs resting Indian-style as she waited. Lyra had promised to bring some items. She would have preferred alcohol or meat but wouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth. There, she abided, brooking the absence of her prize until she reemerged with a bucket and some berries. Those green eyes focused on the mare. A brow raised to communicate her confusion.

In the heart of the dense woods, Flora appreciated this isolated patch. They were heltered from the outside world by towering trees and tangled undergrowth. Amidst the subdued soundscape of nature's orchestra, one might unearth solace in the psithurism of the wind weaving through the leaves, harmonizing with the periodic chirps of covert songbirds. The air was alive with the harmonious trill of distant rivulets, their garrulous laughter reverberating softly against the moss-covered rocks.

The twin suns cast their golden rays through the verdant canopy above, dappling the forest floor with a dance of light and shadow. Shafts of sunlight filtered through the dense verdure, illuminating the emerald blades of grass that swayed in the gentle breeze. Soft soil, cool and inviting underfoot, it cradled each step with a comforting embrace as if beckoning them to linger a while longer in this natural haven.

Amidst the earthy bouquet of trees and ferns, the air was crisp and invigorating; it carried the promise of new beginnings with every breath. The skies stretched endlessly in a canvas of azure blue, speckled with wispy clouds that sailed lazily across the horizon. Yet, despite the idyllic beauty that surrounds them, the sanctuary exuded an air of mystery. Almost as if it existed in a pocket realm suspended between reality and reverie. It seems too perfect to be genuine, almost like a dream woven from the webbing of imagination and wonder.

It wasn't till Lyra accompanied her that it reached a new zenith. The acme roused an uncharacteristic smile. Florentina stretched forth her hand, gently brushing away any loose strands of Lyra's hair. She'd tuck them behind the ear before sketching those tempestuous lips once she had finished speaking. The silence continued, allowing the air between them to ionize and synergize. Harmony blossomed much like the eclectic array of wildflowers strewn across the landscape.

Those domineering eyes peered into Lyra's portals. The two were alone and had time. And while Flora would need to reply eventually, she saw little reason to squander this moment with idle chitchat. She leaned forward as her hands grabbed the mare by the chin. Forcefully, she pulled her in for a kiss, pushing that split tongue inside her mouth. That fiendish oral muscle wrestled with her own, fighting for dominance as the cradle song of the wilds continued unabated.

Feverishly, she'd make out with her catch before breaking free with an audible pop. Florentina leaned back, her palms pressing into the dirt to support her weight as she discharged a sigh of elation. Her arousal was evident, but it wasn't something she'd bring attention to or strive to remedy. Her broodmare deserved a break; there would be time for such a profane ritual later.

"I saw your jealousy. It's beyond seductive. Don't worry, they wouldn't survive an evening with me." She added, emphasizing that she was a bit too observant. Her eyes veered over to the things Lyra had brought with a huff.

"Pain is weakness leaving the body. Go ahead, I trust you. It's ok, we're alone and have time. Explore my body, pick my mind, evaluate my soul. But I should warn you. If you clean and spoil me, I may never let you go. So, go ahead, undress me, and let us enjoy and feel this moment, even in silence. Words are nice, but sometimes they can be unnecessary distractions." Flora added as her eyes studied Lyra. The giantess was curious how the pony might react to her assertive nature.